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Dec 2013
Oh what a lonely night
I have succumbed to
Was it my choice?
By what I said
Or was it because of
the blanks in between those words
And those nights
Never the right phrase
Never the right praise
What do you want from a dying girl
Who exist in her head
Do you wish she come out,
Dedicate her soul to you?
Or is her blinding truth
Of how you don’t matter
Shattering your ego
And making you crumble
Dont you realize?
Her self doubt
and how she too, struggles with not meaning
I merely a speck in the eye of this city
Where I dream of being a statue
With my lines written across the chest
Is being mute
What will it take
To finally make a friend
In this garbage of surroundings
Should I put on a fake
Will you read it then?
Or will I still be **** in the end
I'll share the death bed
And we will fall asleep in our shattering dreams
Of living on in someones heart
For longer than a beat
But to you that is a no,
Because I am not good enough
To waste your days away
And in the honesty of my heart
I see the way you sway
And you too, are different than my wants
Its not meant to be
I keep telling myself anyway
Dallas jozwick
Written by
Dallas jozwick  Phoenix, AZ
(Phoenix, AZ)   
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